Yo Hotzie (this is a rap thread, inbreds stay out)

[Mr. dB]

go jerk off to your winger records

Shouldn't you be polishing your fronts in preparation for a night in the clubs?

 

[samoth]

You misspelled "conversate".

Converse was gramatically correct.

For a kid who published http://web.mit.edu/jasonchu/www/main.pdf, I'll give him props. Obviously, not all wiggers and wannabe thugs research at Harvard Medical School, but one cannot judge the whole merely by the part.

 

[Gambino]

Shouldn't you be polishing your fronts in preparation for a night in the clubs?

lmao
gold fronts aren't going to get you to far in gaylord

 

[BrothaBill]

you fuck, you got me pissed off, blast off lift off
time to me rip off another dope beat for your dome piece homey
i heard frisky wants to bone me
i get wild like rugby respected like bugsy
don't even ask cause i'm living lovely
born to succed fools blood
do you want that?

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin’, pussy-eatin’ prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

 

[Mr. dB]

Converse was gramatically correct.

Your irony filter seems to be malfunctioning.

 

[samoth]

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin’, pussy-eatin’ prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Species Classification


It's like/ Two at your workplace, and one at your crib/
It's like/ Two at your birthday, and one at your kid's/
The ancestor of rhyme, you kids was formed from my ribs/
So it's not a surprise that you inherit my tricks/
Chromosomal tips, Fragile X conforms to your lisp/
No anatomy, your thighs about as wide as your wrist/
I'm the illest shit ever, Typhoid Mary and shit/
I act as a vector for the words from my lips/
It's laborious, establishing rapport with an audience/
Our crew could swarm into Parliament and dethrone a whole monarchy/
It's about to be, the most raw, sermons and homilies/
Diabolically, I'm properly a lyrical prodigy/
Suboptically, I'm moppin' up the slop from Thermopylae/
Stoppin' Persian panoply from perverting philosophy/
Undetected, so my sophistry's confused for commodities/
I slap a man up his head, but stop just short of misogyny/
Not to be immodest, I'm so blessed, it's hard to live modestly/
You wanna admonish me, but I am off your dichotomy/
Transcend youthful hypocrisy through the use of lobotomy/
Sooth the youth with melodically-enhanced immunology
Periodically, obviously, it just kind of bothers me/
From the Earth to the Sun, the two diverge astronomically/
That very same divide is right inside our homology/
So examine our chromosomes and determine topology/
It's the murderous comedy, Alighieri of poverty/
Need to introduce properly/ I'm the hip-hop hieronomy/
Stake your claim to the property, get your Park Place monopoly
I'm still the rap pantheon, with Mount Olympus on top of me/
It's common knowledge, anthropology's revealed anatomically/
That my hypothalamus is superior metabolically/
Gastronomically, my gastric acid burns catabolically/
Catalyzing hydrolytically your sickened economy/
Pen and paper, 93 million miles without vapor/
Still, I escape like Harry Houdini, vanish, eraser/
There's no trace or no tracking, I left no evidence back/
So CSI could come through, leave empty evidence bags/
In fact, the whole crew and cast of CBS could inspect/
Investigative journalism won't reveal any plans/
And if they find my safe house, they still won't have any tracks/
I left one single clue, a push pin on a map/
It reveals the whereabouts of the Vitruvian man/
Three sets of arms guard the chamber hid by his hands/
It contains dissection grey matter, brain in a pan/
And CAT scans courtesy of government trash cans/
It's a massacre, lamb's blood won't protect from this passover/
Lyrical stabs in the back// while you're standing next to an aquifer/
A black bag in an Acura, inject your glans with a catheter/
Observe seratonin levels in nocturnal ejaculate/
Your velocity is optically suboptimalised/
I pop a drop in your eye and operate on your spine/
The Grand Master, Paradigm operates in disguise/
I operate oil wells with slush funds in Brunei/
The night skies draw nigh as I'm sippin' mai tais/
But I'm a nonalcoholic, hydroxylation goodbye/
Compare your rhymebook to mine? You don't need that kind of lie/
Like when Mufasa was killed, you gonna lose all your pride/
Species classification, are you a menace or not?
You're here to sell out, you don't know that I invented the shop/
Linnaeus couldn’t help, your Darwinian fitness is shot/
The Big Bang, like that myth about Coke and Pop Rocks/
You’re like a PLO peace treaty/ you couldn’t stop shots/
If you hot box your drop top, that cop stop’ll stop pot/
If you broke into a safe, you’re still not dope at pop-lock/
It’s not that I wanna cock-block, your gametes need to be stopped/

http://www.xanga.com/yavinleader194?nextdate=12/15/2005+2:58:58.903&direction=n

 

[Mr. dB]

lmao
gold fronts aren't going to get you to far in gaylord

How 'bout platinum?

Or white gold that you tell everyone is platinum?

 

[samoth]

Your irony filter seems to be malfunctioning.

LOL, I think it was.

Which one is the wigger and wannabe thug here?

 

[samoth]

How 'bout platinum?

Or white gold that you tell everyone is platinum?

 

[Mr. dB]

The watch on the outside of the glove is a nice touch.